Chapter 5: Tinker, Tailor, Bimbo, Slut.

Jenna sat staring at the progress bar slowly trudging across her de-encrypting program. She got back to the boat house around 2:45 and set it up to open the two medical files on her parents. Yet, here she was, at 11:00 in the morning after waking up, and the files were only 46 percent done.

There had to be something here. There is no reason that two medical folders would be that big. Well, now she just had to wait. She went over to the small kitchenette in the cabin to make a cup of tea, looking out the window at the backside of the house. The mist from the lake was diffusing the sunlight peaking over the conifers and willow trees that lined their property, giving the grounds of Lustmoore that same dream quality she loved her entire life.

And it was this moment that she realized the property was named Lustmoore…LUST…MORE. Jenna earned a doctorate in Biochemical Engineering with a 4.0 GPA and she suddenly felt like she needed to toss it into a shredder. It was right there in front of her eyes the entire time! It made her think, all those times her parents would have to take off to a conference or when Mom would take a “solo vacay,” or Dad would have a “stag weekend,” were they ever really doing those things or where they off having mini reunions with their fuck friends?

She left the kettle to boil and took another look at the computer. 53 percent. It’s 2029 and humans still can’t figure out how to make Windows run faster than a snail’s pace.

She rolled her eyes and rubbed her brows. Then, she remembered she also copied an article and a photo from the folder with her Mother’s Penthouse spread.

She stared at the two items on her screen. The debate in her head was between the logical conclusion that looking at naked pictures of your parent from a nude magazine is not normal human behavior, and between another feeling. It was the same feeling she thought when seeing her parents and the Austins, the same when she saw her Father’s privates up close. It was a feeling of needing curiosity, like, she needed to find out more.

She clicked on the photo first.

The image blew up to a larger size on her screen.

Marsha Franklin was standing in front of a long boardroom table, leaning back on it with her arms supporting her as she had her chest thrust out. Her hair was long and flowing, at that point all the way to the top of her ass, her usually straight hair done in flowing tresses. Her body was fit, the same as it ever been, but on examining the photo she could see how insanely fit she was. Her muscles were extremely defined, most notably a v-cut waist topped with a six pack of abs right above a shaved pussy. Her legs were long and illustrious, and her ass and tits were out of this world. Jenna focused on her boobs the most, they no doubt were implants, yet they were so good that people might be convinced they were real. Her face was angelic but was topped with those fierce eyes staring into the camera.

Jenna locked eyes with the photo. It was like going into a trance. She could hear the photo talking to her almost.

“You like what you see baby? How do you feel knowing your mother is such a hot slut? That the woman that raised you can suck dick like a Greek goddess?”

Jenna closed out the photo. What was she doing here? Where was she doing here?

She opened up the article next, not even bothering to check the status of her never-ending download bar.

It was a short Q+A for Penthouse, dated April of 2009. Jenna would have been three around that time. It was also around the time Mom became the Executive of Creative Content at a major New York TV network. And she decided to fuck for Penthouse after this? As if the article read her mind, the first question popped up when the article opened;

Q: So Marsha, why would the newest hot shot TV-executive want to jeopardize her position by agreeing to come shoot for us?

A: I do not understand your question. In what way do you think I am compromising my integrity?

Q: Well, this is Penthouse, and you are standing in front of me naked after giving what I could only describe as the hottest board room sex I have ever seen.

A: And your point?

Q: I would think that most TV execs wouldn’t want their first major splash to be in porn.

A: Hm, so you are assuming that my employers did not already know that I embrace my body, my promiscuity, and my womanhood with pride and therefore apply that same passion to the rest of my work?

Q: That is not what I meant…

A: But it is. Look at me. I am standing in front of you, naked. Why am I naked? Because I don’t hide who I am. I do not hide these wonderful tits, I do not hide my perfect ass, I am aroused and ready to fuck again to be honest. I excel in my job because I do what all women should do and use that lustful energy in everyday life. I attack board meetings with the same energy as I do a tasty cock. The way I do business is the way I fuck. I do not let any man dominate me unless they are on my level and sharing the climax. I proved it in my first month, I got five shows green-lit and their ratings are through the roof. Do you think I did that because I was concerned about how critics felt? No, I grabbed this network by the neck and sat on its face until I covered it in money. That is why I chose to shoot with Penthouse, that is why I dominated poor Axel over there icing his balls. I want to show everyone that I am ready to take over a world ruled by old men in suits by taking from them what they covet the most, sloppily disappointing a woman in the board room to prove their power. Except when I fuck in the board room I leave with all my conquests begging for more and with my pussy full.

Q: Wow…I genuinely feel blown away…

A: I can see that, why do not you go take care of that tent in your pants and think of some actual appropriate questions.

The kettle going off Jenna broke her away from the article. She rushed over and removed the pot. She was sweating. She could feel her heartbeat going off in her chest.

That was her Mother. That intense and sexy powerhouse was her Mother. The Marsha Franklin she knew never talked like that. She was always doting on her and her father, tittering around like a manic delight. This woman though. The way she openly described her desires, a desire to use her slutty nature as her armor in life…it was so inspiring! Jenna always let her brain do the talking, but she often felt held down and chastise by other scientists, guys on dates, even waiters. Her mother though, she weaponized her bombshell body and took everyone around her by the balls, literally and figuratively.

But. Was this her mother? Or was it her education? Or was it a bit of both? And why was Jenna still thinking of how awesome her nude mother looked in that board room?

The program chimed on her computer, signaling the medical files were finally readable as normal. She poured her cup of tea and sat down at her desk and opened the packet for her mother first. It was categorized by year, going from 1960 to 1988.

“Well, that’s why these files were so big, These files are all full of high depth scans of paper records. Why does it stop at 28 though?" She wondered as she went to the most current file and clicked it open.

It contained a trove of doctor’s reports from random visits. Nothing out of the ordinary. She was almost disappointed; she expected a glaring clue or some dramatic reveal.

“What did you expect Jenna? HERE ARE THE SECRETS TO WHY YOUR MOTHER CAN HOUSE A FOOT LONG PENIS?” She groaned. She decided to open one that read general information just to see if she can salvage something.

It was a patient work up sheet. One that the doctor keeps for general reference. She was about to shut it when something caught her eye.

“Name: Marsha McPherson. Height 5’8”. Weight 210”

She knew her mother’s maiden name. It was the height and the weight that were off. Her mother was as tall as her at 5’10” and she is fairly sure her mother was no where near the 200s in weight. She looked over at the photo of her from 2009, and she clicked over to Firefox to open the Dartmouth home page.

A few more clicks brought her to the alumni search page. She typed in Marsha McPherson.

The results came back. And Jenna shot out of her chair.

The woman staring back at her was her Mother in college. She was sure of it. The eyes and general face structure matched. But everything else it was different.

There was no confident board room siren. No nudity or hint of sex of any kind. In fact, there was the least amount of nudity she had seen on her mother in her entire life. The picture was one of an advertising club at Dartmouth. It contained a woman wearing an oversized college sweater, plain old jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and she looked tired. Her chest was flat, so was her ass, and her physique was average.

Marsha McPherson. Circa 1985. Jenna felt her heart jostle around as she came to a stunning realization. The feeling of disconnect that she felt when she looked at her Mother in the house portrait, it was not present here. This person was the one who birthed her. That could only mean that this education she received, the place that made her a graduate, it changed her physically too. This Factory took Marsha McPherson in one side and popped Marsha Franklin off the assembly line on the other side, shiny, sexy, and ready to fuck.

OK, no more subterfuge. She marched out of the boat house and up to the mansion. Time to get answers from the source.

Around the time Jenna opened the photo of her mother up on her computer, Marsha Franklin roused from her post coital slumber, finding herself alone in the large king-sized bed.

“That big oaf,” She cursed as she swung her long legs over the bed and stood up, “He knows I always like to wake up with some locally sourced cum.”

Laying on the end table next to her side of the bed was a note, written in Bob’s chicken scratch. He may have had the cock of a god, but even the Factory could not fix handwriting skills.

“Baby, forgive me for denying you your usual breakfast in bed,” She read out loud as her free hand fondled her nipples. “The Factory texted me late last night and they need me to fly out. Apparently their Oral 2 teacher this rotation is sick. I will be gone for a few days, don’t break too many gardeners while I am gone. Love, Bob.”

Marsha pouted. Now not only was her semen schedule interrupted, but now she would be without married graduate sex for a few days. Leave it to her husband to take off conveniently after ticking her off. She walked into the bathroom and fired up the shower.

The water poured over her skin as she lathered up her exquisite body, eliciting soft sighs as her hands glided over her breasts, stomach, and ass. She always loved a good shower; it was the perfect time to think about things. About her Daughter.

Jenna, her little Tulip. She remembered the day she was born, it was the happiest moment of her life, Bob’s too, he was so excited about becoming a father, and excited about the fact that Martha grew two cup sizes as a result. She was always a rambunctious child, with a whip smart mind even at a young age. Juggling raising her in a somewhat normal environment and maintaining their enhanced libidos was always a challenge, but nothing was impossible for two graduates working together. It was around her turning 18 that Bob first brought up the question of telling her about the Factory…telling her about them.

She refused of course. Her daughter may have been a bit of an awkward dork growing up, but she was always happy and loving learning more and more about biology and engineering. She would not have been able to understand what they were asking of her. More so, what if they told her about her parents as Graduates and she refused and outright rejected them? Marsha wouldn’t be able to take it.

Jenna kept her husband and herself grounded. Most graduates who marry end up like Will and Carla, the marriage part was just to have steady access to a graduate dick or pussy. Children were out of the question, most Male Graduates take a vasectomy as part of the training anyway. They decided against that. Marsha loved being a graduate, it changed her life and made it better then she could of possibly imagined, but Jenna was her greatest accomplishment. She reminded her of the human she was under the ascended slut she became.

She shut off the shower, wiped her body off with a towel and ran the blow dryer over her hair. Her tresses falling back effortlessly to the top of her ass. She gazed at herself in the mirror, the perfect reflection staring right back at her.

She only wished that she could have passed this form onto her daughter. That Bob could have given her some of himself as well. She closed her eyes, imagining her daughter the perfect amalgamation of them both. Her light blond hair being a stark golden mane. Her body being just as tight and fit as her own. Her ass and tits rocking curves that challenge her own Mother. And of course, her mind not only being the whip-crack intellect she had now, but just as lustful and fuck ready as her parents. She could be her mentor, she could teach her everything that she knew. How to tease a boy for hours as she sucked his cock. How to properly clean yourself thoroughly to prepare for anal sex. How to get yourself off with a variety of normal household objects. They could sunbathe in cute bikinis as they plan how to take the handsome gardener, mother and daughter out on the hunt for some nice hard cock.

She opened her eyes and realized she was aggressively fingering herself at the thought of her daughter. She immediately stopped and cursed to herself.

“Goddammit Bob.” She said as she walked out into the bedroom, still nude, approaching a dresser on the other side. She opened the top dresser drawer to reveal what could only be described as a menagerie of dildos. Dongs of all shapes and sizes, plugs both anal and vaginal, beads that were in long strings and several vibrators of different form and function. She viewed her collection, and settled on Mr. Ronald, a member that closely resembled her husbands.

She sat down in the armchair and resumed rubbing her clit and pussy, already growing wetter and wetter by the second. She felt her cunt muscles flexing as they instinctively began to look for whatever form was about to enter them. She continued to finger herself as she prepped the dildo in her usual way but putting it between her lips and giving it a few good dunks completely down her throat. Her throat enhancement was her best decision during her education. It just made oral sex so much more enjoyable.

Pulling the cock from her mouth, now fully lubed, she brought it down to her cunt lips and held the head to the entrance. This was probably the second best decision of her education. Marsha’s pussy lips almost reached out on their own to grasp the bulb of the dildo, and then it began pulling the shaft into her without any assistance. Marsha flexed and engaged her abs and cunt muscles, feeling the dildo slip deeper and deeper inside of her, and her privates growing hotter and hotter. Finally, the balls of the dildo hit the bottom of her cunt.

“Oh yea, it has been so long since I did this.” She moaned as she let the dildo start to slide back out, before pulling it back in. From an outside perspective, Marsha Franklin was basically using a dildo with no hands. Her trained pussy using muscles no one else possessed essentially gave her the ability to fuck herself.

Her free hands rubbed her clit and grasped her breasts, allowing her to reach down with her long tongue to lick her nipples. She began to pick up her pace, and the dildo was now going in and out, in and out.

“Oh yea, yea, yea, YEA!” She cried just as she was about to orgasm. At this point, Jenna burst through the bedroom door, fresh after making her discovery.

“Mom, we really need to taOH MY GOD!” Jenna screamed.

“JENNA!” Marsha exclaimed as she immediately ejected the dildo from her pussy.

It flew a good two feet before landing perfectly on base.

The silence hung heavy in the room. Mother and Daughter staring at each other.

And the dildo fell over with a wet squelch.